Dear Diary,

Today was an eventful day. I was minding my own business, in MY OWN house, when ms.I-have-to-invite-everyone-over-to-my-house decided to INVITE EVERYONE OVER TO MY HOUSE and pretend that it is a study group, when in reality she just made an excuse to throw a party. Bubbles! why do you have to make my life hard, yes I am a psychology major, no that does not mean I have to like to socialize, I am perfectly fine being an introvert who stays at home, plays video games, and the few time that I do socialize it would be playing basketball with my friends, not total strangers. ANYWAY, even though I did not like the whole fiasco I did get to see one really hilarious moment, and that was when Blossom totally made a fool of herself in front of some dude. It was hilarious. On the other side, some creep kept staring at me, I wanted to punch his teeth out, but was able to control my anger.

*note to self, writing in diary so far has helped lessen my tension and anger, I shall continue and look for more progress.

-Buttercup

Chapter 2-Buttercup

Shutting her notebook, and showing it into one of her desk drawer. Buttercup swung herself around from the table, and prepared herself to go to bed. She had an eight am class tomorrow, and she was not planning on getting up ten minutes before again, and rushing towards class only to be late again and not get her attendance points. Her professor was anal, and she didn't dare to get on her bad side, this early on in the semester.

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Groggily opening her eyes, Buttercup herd the annoying sound of her alarm clock going off. It was already the third time she hit the snooze button, she had to force her eyes to open and check the time, reading 7:45 am.

"Fuck"

She jumped out of her bed, grabbed a pair of jeans laying on the floor, put on a bra, and a shirt that didn't smell too bad, and ran with all her might from her room, out of her house, into her car. She roared her engine to life, and drove to campus. Five minutes before class, and she made it. And hey, she was actually early this time. She patted herself on the back, mentally, and found a seat in the middle of the class. The class was already full, and she saw that her professor was already counting down the minutes until she could yell at a poor student who came in late. Buttercup smiled to herself, "not this time teach, I'm here".

She turned to get out her notebook and pencil, only to mentally curse. She forgot her backpack at home. On one hand she could just sit there and listen to the lecture without taking notes, on the other hand she knew that if she didn't take notes the material they would cover that day would 100% be on the midterm. She turned to her right side look at the person sitting next to her, some blonde girl on her phone not even paying attention to her surroundings. She turned left, some dude who looked as lost or even more lost then she was. She turned around, bingo. A nice looking guy, with shaggy black hair, glasses, and the best part she saw on his desk that he had two pencils.

"Umm hi, sorry to bother you but do you have a spare piece of paper and a pencil that I could borrow?"

She tried to plaster on a nice smile, but she had a feeling it just looked weird and forced. He looked up at her, and she noticed he had amazingly beautiful eyes, just like hers, but a shade darker.

He smiled at her.

"You never change"

She scrunched up her eyebrows.

"What?"

"Haha, is notebook paper ok?"

She looked at him, she was sure that he said something else but just decided to brush it off. She nodded at him, and he ripped out a piece of paper from his notebook and gave her his extra pencil.

"Thanks."

She took it and turned around. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, and in a curtain way she wasn't sure if she liked it. However, she made a mental note not to speak to him again. Class had already started, and Buttercup made sure to pay attention as much as she could. Her mind did wonder off and on again, but she tried her best. Once the class was over, she felt so relived.

She swiped out her phone and checked if anyone had contacted her, Blossom texted her if she wanted to eat breakfast with her. She quickly replied yes, feeling the rumble of her stomach and remembering how she didn't even grab anything to eat in the morning rush she had. Her thoughts were interrupted when a gruff voice called out to her.

"Hey, so can I get my pencil back or what?"

It was the guy again. She looked at him. He looked at her.

"So...?"

She snapped back and looked down at her hand, she was holding his pencil.

"Oh yea, here you go and thanks".

He flashed a smile at her. "What was your name, I'm Butch nice to meet you". She yet again just stared at him, Butch? Where did she hear that name before. It took a while for her to snap back to reality, again. He was starring back at her this time, a bit confused but also with a smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you, I am Buttercup. Have we met before by any chance?"

He gave out a small laugh.

"Not sure, how about you and I go out for a cup of coffee, talk about each other, and find out if we know each other? Maybe we can even get closer to each other." He gave her a suggestive smile, earning a barf sound from her. Her actions only riled him up even more, and he laughed at her antics.

"I think I am going to pass"

"Whatever, floats your boat. See you next time babe." He gave her a wink and walked out. Did he just call her babe? Buttercup was shocked, what kind of a pig would call her babe? She could feel her heart pounding, her blood flowing faster, her anger rising. This brought back memories of her childhood, when she couldn't control her anger and would beat up kids. But also memories of a kid, always riling her up, which in result she would through back insults at him, and they would end up fighting each other. She despised that kid, him and his stupid brothers.

What was that kid's name again? It started with a B, just like her own name. It was a stupid name. One that she hated.

Brian?

Blake?

"Butch" She whispered out loud. It was that guy! the pencil guy. No wonder he was able to get out such a reaction from her, he was the jerk from the past who came to the future and became an even bigger jerk. How dare he give her a pencil and paper, and then call her a babe? She was going to beat his ass, screw her diary!

Ok that was a fun small chapter, I was actually not planning to update this story in a while however, I have been reading a lot and I mean A LOT of powerpuff fanfiction recently and I feel like there should be more. If by any chance me writing this story, inspires others to write more stories, and make them 100x better then mine, then I will be super happy. Guys go write stories, everyone starts out somewhere. I have many crappy stories, especially first ones. Don't believe me? go to my profile and you will see them. Those stories brought me to this story, which is taking me years to finish and most likely I will not finish. Anyways, I forgot what my point is, hope you like this chapter. Leave a comment and yea. Bye, until next time... if there will be a next time.

BTW I did not check for spelling or grammar mistakes. Sorry not sorry. Just posting because I can.